Tales of the Ponies of Middle Earth

[Lilia]

My Little Pony is owned by Kenner, Lord of the Rings is owned by Tolkien. I’m in it for the serendpitiy.

Tales of the Ponies of Middle Earth

Imagination be all that you need
In order to enter our world
Come away to Fangorn Forest
And let your soul unfurl

Glide in to a world within imagination
And ‘tis here you shall find
Nourishment for your soul
And nourishment for your mind

Come away to inhale the fragrance of
The burning hickory tree
Which grows near the Hobbit Shire, Rivendell
And the home of Lorelee.

Warmth we bring and friendship too
A circle we shall form
Tales to tell of wonders unknown
Amidst and not amidst Fangorn

Of Lorelee, Yoshabel, Lille and Fervent
Enchantress and Rowan Rose
Of Ringbearer, another, rather, like Frodo Baggins
Legendary are they, like those

Of the Valley of the Ponies of a newer era
Whence waterfall and sparkling river flow
Yet the tales of ours are of an ancient era
Off for a place far distant we go

Lend me your hearts and I’ll tell you a tale
Of indeed most infinite worth
For they are the tales of Ponies, my friends
Ponies of Middle Earth.

Bru-ha-room! My name is Treebeard and I bid you all a warm, warm welcome....I bring you tales about ponies who lived long before ponies you know as Moondancer, Glory, Butterscotch and Minty, ponies of a fine ancestry........you see, dear friends, every pony you ever became friends with by using your heart has a relative. A family tree more colossal than an ordinary ent. Each pony’s family tree contains branches which stretch beyond eras far distant, and some stretch passionately unto a majestic era indeed.......an era of the one true ring. An era where dwelleth men and elves, dwarves, hobbits, wizards and ents.......and Sauron.......he who gave fervent birth to darkness of phenomenal proportions. Sauron poured forth rings......nine to patriarchs of World of Man......seven to Patriarchs of World of Dwarves.....Three to Matriarch and Patriarchs of World of Elves......next, one ring, which possessed his darkness which dwelled within him.....darkness which spread over every land within our world......darkness which spread through ring of Sauron unto innocent Smeagol, unto a soul named Bilbo Baggins, passed unto Frodo, whose destiny was to destroy darkness in form of band of gold for all time.

I bring you tales which were once lost within our era, lost tales which were once considered only myth on our world.......ponies of Middle Earth who had wholeheartedly contributed in one way or another unto destruction of Middle Earth’s most feared darkness.

Our first tale within black silk of night sky shall be of a Hobbit pony who dwelled within the Shire......a hobbit pony as small as Frodo, yet with a heart bigger than Shire and Bag End, Hobbiton and Took family tree combined.

We begin with the story......of Yoshabel.

[Lilia]

Yoshabel

Deep within another era, another world, a world one can only see with one’s soul, with the rich power of a child’s heart....the warm rich power of a human spirit.... a world of magic, a world of wonder few ever see at all, a world of precious treasures, fine tobacco, luscious ale, verdant richness of vegetables, carrots, tomatoes, squashes, corn of fine gold, rich potatoes, lush spinach, vibrant pods and beans of endless variety, of rich beef and poultry, joy and serenity, light and wildlife, love and friends and freedom, illuminates the world of the Hobbits.

Innocent farmers, smaller than the average man in physical flesh, yet warmth inside, love, heart, soul and spirit more colossal than world of elf, man, hobbit, dwarf , pony, horse, ent, wizard and ranger combined.

Peaceful souls, gentle folk, with a passion for things that grow....

The Hobbit usually finds himself to be shorter physically than everyone else. The two-legged Hobbits certainly aren't the only ones....bru-ha-room!

For hobbits come with more than just two legs....some of the shire come with wings, some come with one hundred feet, some come with horns and feathers, paws and pointed ears, wings of vivid color, wings that sing....some with hooves....hrooom hrooom....!

Yes....some with pony hooves.

Yoshabel was no exception.

For Yoshabel was no pony. Yoshabel was a Hobbit pony. Smaller than the average pony or horse. But worth her weight in gold. She looked quite like an appaloosa in most respects, yet much more petite, able for both sets of hoves to fit in both of the palms of an average man so easily, and with a streak of rich, verdant green in her creamy white and brown mane and tail....a strange leaf outlined in gold upon her flank....every one of the ponies you know, of course, owns a mark upon their flank given to them by nature to signify their individual personalities.

Yoshabel had a leaf that resembled a maple leaf in most respects, yet it was green with a gold outline.....she did not yet know why....neither did the other hobbit ponies....

...In the olden days of Middle Earth, around 1400, every pony, ancestors of what you know as the little ponies of today, held a ritual. A naming ritual every time new ponies were born. Every species of pony at the time, be they elf pony, hobbit pony, wizard pony, ranger pony, or ordinary pony, had a tribe. Every tribe had a leader, a spirit summoner, or shaman, and a medicine giver. Each time new ponies were born, in the Shire, in Lothlorien, or in Moria, or anywhere at all in Middle Earth, the leader, wisest and bravest of the tribe, would gather them in a place the two legged folks of their species could not see. The shaman would light very special logs of very special tress that grew everywhere in Middle Earth for such a ceremony, logs made of a special wood that burned a special kind of incense each fiber was naturally bathed in. Incense of many oils. Avina, an oil with a coffee scent, yet with a hint of that of vanilla, Arissa, an oil with a coffee scent touched with the scent of something remarkably like nutmeg, and Anitti, an oil that emanated the warm scent of coffee and oranges. The shaman summoned the sapirits and asked them all the same question the minute a foal was strong enough, shotly after being born, to be brought forward before the shaman, usually after three or four months. The shaman lifts his or her head up high and asks, "O Spirit Ponies of the Universe where all species Hobbit, Elf, Dwarf, Wizard, Ranger, and species that live amongst Man Live Eternally, O Shadowfax, Mighty Lord of the Horses, Wherever Thou Roamest About the Green Verdant Earth, O Come to our naming ceremony tonight! Let the being that stands before the shaman receive the marking 'pon yonder flank, to recieve his (or her) heart, soul, spirit and mind, and his (or her) name at last!"

Suddenly, tiny stars in a beam would gently shimmer bright upon the mind of the shaman, then where the physical eye could see, upon the flank of the newborn foal.

Then they would know for sure....usually.....who the pony was.

Yoshabel was presented before the shaman of the Hobbit ponies in the same manner. The shaman recited the chant and waited.

The Hobbit ponies stood in the midst of the silence with fervor and anticipation in their hearts, a silence denser than Gandalf's Chocolate Whipped Cream Mousse Cake.

Who was the fair young wondrous being who stood before the Hobbit ponies?

A beam appeared in the Shaman's mind, as usual, but no distinctive personality was given....!

Only a leaf....and a name.....

.....Yoshabel.

"The pony's name .... Yoshabel."

The leaf appeared on her flank at last.

Thus endeth the ceremony.

Yoshabel's mother was upset and mortified.

She would never know who she was, or what kind of heart, soul, spirit, mind, or personality she had...

"She'll have to figure it out herself, eventually" explained the shaman. "I've never seen any experience like hers."

She had the physical strength enough to tow any number of pounds of apples into the marketplace, tow any amount of berries onto Rosie Cotton's doorstep from the harvest, ready to be made into her very best pies, tow any rope to have any decoration for any hobbit's birthday rise to astronomical heights of epic proportions.